Drive Me Home #1

He's been on the road for hours and has another day of driving ahead of him. Her car has broken down and is blocking traffic. When he stops to eat and sleep, she plops down on the other side of the booth and pretends to be his daughter. What does she want and what is she willing to do to get it? Why does she keep calling him Daddy?

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EXCERPT:

She looked too young to be out on the highway by herself that late at night. When I first saw the car on the shoulder, I was pissed. She was the reason traffic was going so slow. When I saw her tight little butt sticking out from under the hood, I thought that the view rather than the obstacle might be the cause of the slowdown.

I’d been on the road for eleven hours straight and was planning on grabbing some sleep at the next exit. It was a good thing because one look at her ass and I thought, ‘I probably shouldn’t be driving with no blood left in my brain anyway.’ I pulled off the freeway to find a quiet place to sleep. I had booked a room and sat down to eat before she walked in the door of the diner. All eyes were on her as she made her way in. Her eyes darted around looking for a friendly face or someone to help her. I don’t know what made her decide I could be her white knight.

She dropped her bag on the other seat in my booth then slid in after it. “What’s good here?” she asked me.

“I have no idea,” I answered. “Why are you sitting with me?”

A shrug was all I got in response. The waitress came over with a menu and a pitcher of water. “How are you doing tonight, Sweetie?”

“I’m fine,” the girl responded. “What’d the special tonight?”

“We’re all out of the special but if you want something good, try the chicken-fried steak with home fries. Bill's got a secret spice he uses on 'em.”

She pealed off the old coat she was wearing to reveal a tight little body underneath. “Nah, I’ll just have a couple of scrambled eggs on a short stack with coffee.” Most of my blood headed back to my groin again when I saw her. She was as tasty as anything they served in this joint.

“Okay,” the waitress said as she wrote it down. Looking back an forth between us she asked, “Will that be one check or two?”

Before I could answer, the girl said, “One. Daddy always buys dinner. He won’t let me pay for anything.”

I don’t know if it was her smile, the way she called me ‘Daddy’ or her foot in my lap that kept me from saying anything.

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Drive Me Home #1

He's been on the road for hours and has another day of driving ahead of him. Her car has broken down and is blocking traffic. When he stops to eat and sleep, she plops down on the other side of the booth and pretends to be his daughter. What does she want and what is she willing to do to get it? Why does she keep calling him Daddy?

This title contains material not suitable for minors.

EXCERPT:

She looked too young to be out on the highway by herself that late at night. When I first saw the car on the shoulder, I was pissed. She was the reason traffic was going so slow. When I saw her tight little butt sticking out from under the hood, I thought that the view rather than the obstacle might be the cause of the slowdown.

I’d been on the road for eleven hours straight and was planning on grabbing some sleep at the next exit. It was a good thing because one look at her ass and I thought, ‘I probably shouldn’t be driving with no blood left in my brain anyway.’ I pulled off the freeway to find a quiet place to sleep. I had booked a room and sat down to eat before she walked in the door of the diner. All eyes were on her as she made her way in. Her eyes darted around looking for a friendly face or someone to help her. I don’t know what made her decide I could be her white knight.

She dropped her bag on the other seat in my booth then slid in after it. “What’s good here?” she asked me.

“I have no idea,” I answered. “Why are you sitting with me?”

A shrug was all I got in response. The waitress came over with a menu and a pitcher of water. “How are you doing tonight, Sweetie?”

“I’m fine,” the girl responded. “What’d the special tonight?”

“We’re all out of the special but if you want something good, try the chicken-fried steak with home fries. Bill's got a secret spice he uses on 'em.”

She pealed off the old coat she was wearing to reveal a tight little body underneath. “Nah, I’ll just have a couple of scrambled eggs on a short stack with coffee.” Most of my blood headed back to my groin again when I saw her. She was as tasty as anything they served in this joint.

“Okay,” the waitress said as she wrote it down. Looking back an forth between us she asked, “Will that be one check or two?”

Before I could answer, the girl said, “One. Daddy always buys dinner. He won’t let me pay for anything.”

I don’t know if it was her smile, the way she called me ‘Daddy’ or her foot in my lap that kept me from saying anything.

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Drive Me Home #1

Drive Me Home #1

by Nick Foxx
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Overview

He's been on the road for hours and has another day of driving ahead of him. Her car has broken down and is blocking traffic. When he stops to eat and sleep, she plops down on the other side of the booth and pretends to be his daughter. What does she want and what is she willing to do to get it? Why does she keep calling him Daddy?

This title contains material not suitable for minors.

EXCERPT:

She looked too young to be out on the highway by herself that late at night. When I first saw the car on the shoulder, I was pissed. She was the reason traffic was going so slow. When I saw her tight little butt sticking out from under the hood, I thought that the view rather than the obstacle might be the cause of the slowdown.

I’d been on the road for eleven hours straight and was planning on grabbing some sleep at the next exit. It was a good thing because one look at her ass and I thought, ‘I probably shouldn’t be driving with no blood left in my brain anyway.’ I pulled off the freeway to find a quiet place to sleep. I had booked a room and sat down to eat before she walked in the door of the diner. All eyes were on her as she made her way in. Her eyes darted around looking for a friendly face or someone to help her. I don’t know what made her decide I could be her white knight.

She dropped her bag on the other seat in my booth then slid in after it. “What’s good here?” she asked me.

“I have no idea,” I answered. “Why are you sitting with me?”

A shrug was all I got in response. The waitress came over with a menu and a pitcher of water. “How are you doing tonight, Sweetie?”

“I’m fine,” the girl responded. “What’d the special tonight?”

“We’re all out of the special but if you want something good, try the chicken-fried steak with home fries. Bill's got a secret spice he uses on 'em.”

She pealed off the old coat she was wearing to reveal a tight little body underneath. “Nah, I’ll just have a couple of scrambled eggs on a short stack with coffee.” Most of my blood headed back to my groin again when I saw her. She was as tasty as anything they served in this joint.

“Okay,” the waitress said as she wrote it down. Looking back an forth between us she asked, “Will that be one check or two?”

Before I could answer, the girl said, “One. Daddy always buys dinner. He won’t let me pay for anything.”

I don’t know if it was her smile, the way she called me ‘Daddy’ or her foot in my lap that kept me from saying anything.


Product Details

BN ID: 2940044307131
Publisher: Nick Foxx
Publication date: 02/08/2013
Series: Drive Me Home , #1
Sold by: Smashwords
Format: eBook
File size: 61 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Nick Foxx grew up in the rural south. He studied music and art with some of the finest musicians and creative minds in the country. He played first professional gig (and got paid) when he was twelve years old. That was six years after his first play was chosen to be produced for a theater workshop at his school. Over the years, he's won awards for music, writing and art.

More than two dozen albums that he produced, engineered or wrote music for grace the wall of his office. He's scored independent films, stage productions and written jingles. After forty years in the music business he still finds time to write music for TV and record work of his own.

Under the pen name Nicky Faulkes, he won the Earth Day award from literotica.com for his story "The Time Of My Life".

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